Monday, April 25

Evening’s Silent Tribute

To not write ,
to nowhere go
these days
too slow to
not sing away
the end of
If I could just
get one para-
graph down
one brief
description of
my madness
sadness then I
would feel I
better tomorrow
ebbing away more
of my life

Like having
a flower on
pinned yr lapel
at someone else’s
wedding ,
these words could
really go for it—
( take care of what
they can )But this
night is too
painful to not
gas out the
slightest tribute
to one more—‘ is
this not what I
fear most of all?’

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